Death Quotes

The final reward of the dead - to die no more

A mouth that has no moisture and no breathBreathless mouths may summon;I hail the superhuman;I call it death-in-life and life-in-death.

Old age: The estuary that enlarges and spreads itself grandly as it pours into the Great Sea.

Thoughtcrime does not entail death: thoughtcrime IS death.

My personal telephone book is a book of the dead now. I'm so old. Almost all of my friends have died, and I don't have the guts to take their names out of the book.

The spectacle of Nature is always new, for she is always renewing the spectators. Life is her most exquisite invention; and death is her expert contrivance to get plenty of life.

No one dies too soon who has finished the course of perfect virtue.

Who knows but life be that which men call death,And death what men call life?

To be, or not to be; that is the bare bodkin That makes calamity of so long life.

If I were constantly worried about death, I couldn't function. After a while, if your life is more or less constantly in peril, you come to a point where you accept the possibility philosophically.

If it's necessary to form a Black Nationalist army, we'll form a Black Nationalist army. It'll be ballot or the bullet. It'll be liberty or it'll be death.

The jovial party broke up next morning. Breakings-up are capital things in our school-days, but in after life they are painful enough. Death, self-interest, and fortune's changes, are every day breaking up many a happy group, and scattering them far and wide; and the boys and girls never come back again.

You can never begin to live until you dare to die.

History: a collection of epitaphs.

In the midst of death life persists.

An earnest conjuration from the King,As England was his faithful tributary,As love between them like the palm might flourish,As peace should still her wheaten garland wearAnd stand a comma 'tween their amities,And many such-like as's of great charge,That, on the view and knowing of these contents,Without debatement further, more or less,He should the bearers put to sudden death,Not shriving time allow'd.

That is no country for old men. The young In one another's arms, birds in the trees - Those dying generations-at their song, The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas, Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long Whatever is begotten, born, and dies. Caught in that sensual music all neglect Monuments of unaging intellect.

Natural death is independent of all reason and is really an irrational death, in which the pitiable substance of the shell determines how long the kernel is to exist or not; in which, accordingly, the stunted, diseased and dull witted jailer is lord, and indicates the moment at which his distinguished prisoner shall die.

Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone.

Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love.

Do not fear death, but welcome it, since it too comes from nature. For just as we are young and grow old, and flourish and reach maturity, have teeth and a beard and grey hairs, conceive, become pregnant, and bring forth new life, and all the other natural processes that follow the seasons of our existence, so also do we have death. A thoughtful person will never take death lightly, impatiently, or scornfully, but will wait for it as one of life's natural processes.

For he who lives more lives than one more deaths than one must die.

The end of life has its own nature, also worth our attention.

As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so a life well spent brings happy death.

Warm summer sun, shine kindly here. Warm southern wind, blow softly here. Green sod above, lie light, lie light. Good night, dear Heart, Good night, good night.

The blood weeps from my heart when I do shape,In forms imaginary, th' unguided daysAnd rotten times that you shall look uponWhen I am sleeping with my ancestors.

I have firmly decided to bite the dust with a minimum of medical assistance when my time comes, and up to then to sin to my wicked heart's content.

No longer mourn for me when I am dead than you shall hear the surly sullen bell give warning to the world that I am fled from this vile world with vilest worms to dwell: nay, if you read this line, remember not the hand that writ it, for I love you so, that I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, if thinking on me then should make you woe. O! if, I say, you look upon this verse when I perhaps compounded am with clay, do not so much as my poor name rehearse; but let your love even with my life decay; lest the wise world should look into your moan, and mock you with me after I am gone.

Life has the name of life, but in reality it is death.

At death our friends and relatives either draw nearer to us and are found out, or depart farther from us and are forgotten. Friends are as often brought nearer together as separated by death.

I have a strong feeling that I shall be glad when I am dead and done for - scrapped at last to make room for somebody better, cleverer, more perfect than myself.

Shrinking away from death is something unhealthy and abnormal which robs the second half of life of its purpose.

A dying man can do nothing easy.

So long as the presence of death lurks with anyone who goes through the simple act of swallowing, I will make mine whiskey.

He made me see what Life is, and what Death signifies, and why Love is stronger than both.

One wants to live, of course, indeed one only stays alive by virtue of the fear of death.

If I am killed, I can die by once; but to live in constant dread of it, is to die over and over again.

What is called a reason for living is also an excellent reason for dying.

When I am dead--I say it that way because from the things I know, I do not expect to live long enough to read this book in its finished form--I want you to just watch and see if I'm not right in what I say: that the white man, in his press, is going to identify me with "hate". He will make use of me dead, as he has made use of me alive, as a convenient symbol, of "hatred"--and that will help him escape facing the truth that all I have been doing is holding up a mirror to reflect, to show, the history of unspeakable crimes that his race has committed against my race.

It is vain for the coward to flee; death follows close behind; it is only by defying it that the brave escape.

We are ever dying to one world and being born into another.

She will die if you love her not, And she will die ere she might make her love known

Today's today. Tomorrow we may be ourselves gone down the drain of Eternity.

Either he's dead or my watch has stopped.

One day I'm going to go up in a helicopter and it'll just blow up. MI5 will do away with me

I soon began to dream. ... I heard subdued sobs, as if a number of people were weeping. ... I left my bed and wandered downstairs. ... There I met with a sickening surprise. Before me was a catafalque, on which rested a corpse wrapped in funeral vestments. Around it were stationed soldiers who were acting as guards; and there was a throng of people, gazing mournfully upon the corpse, whose face was covered, others weeping pitifully. 'Who is dead in the White House?' I demanded of one of the soldiers, 'The President,' was his answer; 'he was killed by an assassin.''

Many die too late, and some die too early. Yet strangers soundeth the precept: "Die at the right time!"

Severally on the occasion of everything that thou doest, pause and ask thyself, if death is a dreadful thing because it deprives thee of this.

My day's work will begin again the next morning. The tomb is not a blind alley.

I am dying from the treatment of too many physicians.

Would I were dead, if God's good will were so,For what is in this world but grief and woe?

Dying was nothing and he had no picture of it nor fear of it in his mind. But living was a field of grain blowing in the wind on the side of a hill. Living was a hawk in the sky. Living was an earthen jar of water in the dust of the threshing with the grain flailed out and the chaff blowing. Living was a horse between your legs and a carbine under one leg and a hill and a valley and a stream with trees along it and the far side of the valley and the hills beyond.

No one knows whether death may not be the greatest of all blessings for a man, yet men fear it as if they knew it was the greatest of evils.

Every blade in the field - Every leaf in the forest - lays down its life in its season as beautifully as it was taken up.

Few people know death, we only endure it, usually from determination, and even from stupidity and custom; and most men only die because they know not how to prevent dying.

Kill me, or you are a murderer.

But clay and clay differs in dignity, Whose dust is both alike.

It don't stop 'til the casket drop.

Among human beings there is no greater banality than death. Second in order, because it is possible to die without being born, comes birth, and next comes marriage.

He thought back on his family with deep emotion and love. His conviction that he would have to disappear was, if possible, even firmer than his sister's. He remained in this state of empty and peaceful reflection until the tower clock struck three in the morning. He still saw that outside the window everything was beginning to grow light. Then, without his consent, his head sank down to the floor, and from his nostrils streamed his last weak breath.